Author: Michael Galinsky

My mind often wanders in ways that surprise me. Often times when I’m in a half dream state, I’ll write whole articles in my mind, aware that if I shift my attention enough to commit these thoughts to paper, they’ll disappear. In the end, only shreds and shards move through my fingers, to the keys, to the glowing screen. It’s...

I have a twin brother. We are fraternal twins, which means that we are no more genetically similar than any other siblings. However, we did have a shared experience of the womb, we grew up in the same social and cultural milieu, and our shared childhood experiences created a unique familial bond. At the same time, we have made distinctly...

Last night, just before I shut off my computer, a music writer who I have corresponded with for over 25 years sent me a picture of this press letter I had sent him in 1994. It's not the most "professional" of letters, and while I'm 25 years older, I'm not sure I've become much more professional. During the night, I...

This morning the snow started around 8am. Thick, heavy, dollops of snow fell from the windless sky, piling up on branches. I went out when the fluff was just starting to cover the ground making it an ideal time to make images. As usual, there's a lot to do, but there won't be school for a few days here. So...

[caption id="attachment_20661" align="aligncenter" width="432"] an early design of our poster by David Beilinson[/caption] I’m struggling to write about an excerpt from Johann Hari’s book “Lost Connections: Uncovering the Real Causes of Depression – and the Unexpected Solutions” that appeared in The Guardian yesterday. So much of what he writes dovetails with what we tried to communicate in “All The Rage”, our...